My Mama

January 24, 2011

You can tell me that I hang on too long
In the hardest times of all

It’s not my fault

Her love,
Grew very tall.

Leading me up until I was 5
My little smile went down like a dive

She was the most important to me
She would have been a grandma to be

What a beautiful modest woman
She talked so smooth, voice like butter,
With a gentle touch
Mama, I love you so much

She’s now a butterfly, fluttering above
We fit together like a hand to a glove

Loving you was always my greatest fate

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